Grandmothers in Disguise

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

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Slender stature about 5 foot-four

Smiles flashing love to every child

Twinkle in eyes probing each heart

Hands nursing many a child’s hurt

Arms protecting little ones from harm

Vibrant aprons holding treats to eat

Making the finest filled cookies about

Doting time for grandchildren at play

Nurturing interest in outdoor fun

Finding those lucky 4-leaf clovers

Picking lilacs and planting those pansies

Joyfully sharing antique doll collection

Letting grandchildren help with chores

Always dressed prim proper and clean

Truly loved her family and they knew it–

This was my gramma and mighty protector

Thank you Lord for such a rich treasure

God’s angel in disguise and homeward bound

Far too early–I still lament her passing.

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Day 8  NaPoWriMo

You can’t go home again . . .

2grams home

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

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An old adage says you can’t go home again

Once you’ve grown up and moved on.

Don’t believe a word of this, my friend

You can return to those times so fond.

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Yes, you can!

I can and do.

You can too!

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Sit back; close your eyes;

Open up your mind.

Pick a place or memory

And you can be there.

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It’s sort of like dreaming

But you know where to go

And how to get back.

It works every time.

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I visit my Gramma’s home a lot;

God padded it full of love.

For many little girls and boys

Gramma was an angel on earth.

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I loved her so much and still do.

One day we will meet again.

For

In

That

Heavenly

Realm

Above

We’ll continue on

Our big adventure called

Life.

Day 3 of NaPoWriMo

Did You Know?

“How precious also are Thy thoughts of me, O God!  How great is the sum of them!”  Psalm 139:17

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There was never anyone so faithful or considerate or far-seeing as Jesus.  He had great commendation to give a woman, a follower who came early to the tomb to ready His body for burial.  She came beforehand with her ministry to Him.   He was always thinking ahead of the disciples.  When He sent them to prepare the Passover, there was found an upper room furnished and prepared.  He had thought it all out.  His plans were not made only for that day.  He was always in advance of time.  When the disciples came back from fishing, Jesus was on the seashore with a fire of coals and fish laid thereon.  He thinks of the morning duties before you stir; He is there before you.  He is waiting long before you awake.  His anticipations are all along the way of life before you.

After the resurrection, the disciples were bewildered, and the way looked black.  But the angel said, “Behold, He goes before you into Galilee.”

He is always ahead, thinking ahead, preparing ahead.  Take this text with you into your future, take it into today’s experience:

“Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid… I go to prepare a place for you.”

He is out in the world doing it.  He will be there before you.  He will bring you to your appointed place, and you will find your appointed resources.  You will discover His insightHis oversight, and His foresight.  You may not always see Him, but you can walk by faith in the dark if you know that He sees you, and you can sing as you journey, even through the night.

~by John Macbeath

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“We mean a lot to Some One, and ’tis everything to me

That to God His wayward children were worth a Calvary.

It’s the meaning of my Sunday, and to Saturday from Monday,

It is my hope that one day my Savior I shall see.

Though the day be dark and dreary, here’s comfort for the weary–

We mean a lot to Some One Who died for you and me!”

~author unknown

A Glimpse O’ Heaven

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A Glimpse of Heaven

~Bud Rainey

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Have you ever watched a baby sleepin’ in his little bed,

With his dolls an’ trinkets scattered all aroun’ his head,

An’ the way he spreads his fingers every time he gives a sigh,

Lookin’ sweeter than an angel, though he doesn’t even try?

If you have, you’ve glimpsed o’ Heaven, an’ you needn’t have a care,

You can’t find a thing that’s sweeter on this earth or anywhere,

For there’s nothin’ quite as pretty as a baby fast asleep,

‘Special when he’s dozin’ soundly, an’ rolled up in a heap.

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Have you ever held a baby while he slept within your arms,

An’ then look at him an’ count about a million precious charms;

Then to see him yawn an’ snuggle as he dozes in a nap,

Driftin’ off to Baby Dreamland, cuddled plumply in your lap?

If you have, you know the meanin’ o’ the pretty word called love,

An’ you’ve had a little sample o’ the beauties o’ Above,

For the sweetest thing a’ breathin’ is a baby sleepin’ soun’,

An’ it makes you count your blessin’s an’ the love that you have foun’.

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Have you ever hugged a baby while he slept, an’ feared that you

Wouldn’t dare to squeeze him harder for you’d break him plum in-two;

Then to stand an’ watch him turnin’ like a kitten on a rug,

An’ then feel the urge to give him just another little hug?

If you have, you’ve known the feelin’ o’ a King upon a Throne,

An’ you gloat with pride because that sleepy-head is all your own,

For the finest love existin’ is the love you realize,

When the baby is a’sleepin’ an’ a’squintin’ up his eyes.

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Have you ever kissed a baby, sleepin’ on a bed so white,

An’ then had the great temptation just to take a little bite;

Then to see him frown an’ wiggle, disarrangin’ all his clothes,

While you kiss him on the temple, cheek, an’ neck, an’ ear, an’ nose?

If you have, you’ve tasted nectar from the Golden Cup on High,

An’ you can’t find nothin’ sweeter, so you needn’t even try,

For the dearest thing a’ livin’ is a baby in a heap,

Tucked-in nice, an’ soft, an’ comfy in the bed, an’ fast asleep!

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Who Inspired You?

 

©Jeanne E. Webster

What family member has inspired you the most?  Would you like to share that someone special with us?

My maternal grandmother was my inspiration.  She was truly an angel in disguise.  As a small child, I knew I was safe from harm whenever she was near.  My family was dysfunctional and experienced many violent ups and downs brought on by an alcoholic stepfather.  Grandma was the strength my mother lacked and showered me and my siblings with happy displays of affection.  Hugs and kisses were as normal with her as breathing.  I would beam with joy whenever she would let me help her do light housework or iron grandpa’s handkerchiefs.  She was a pretty lady and always smelled so good.    During our annual spring visit, she would plant the prettiest flowers.  Pansies were favorites, along with geraniums and marigolds.  She had tons of lilac bushes, and we shared a secret 4-leaf clover patch.   

Grandma died when I was 16 years old, yet some days I still sense her presence.    I can almost see her heartwarming smile and feel her gentle arms surrounding me with love and comfort.   That was my gramma, the kindest person I’ve ever known.  If I reflect even an ounce of her gracious character, the world is all the better for it.